Sadness Is Something

Sadness is something Sometimes, I want to be immersed in Crying, silently No joy to share Not a drop, empty, hollow I just can’t stop the affair. Sadness does live with me I allow her in She stays with me I don’t love her much But still she’s been a...

Searching For Something New

Searching for something new Searching amongst The breathe of that That I once knew. Grasping, holding close Memories I loved See them fall away Replacing now all that yesterday. Searching for New memories untold Searching for a new life A new mould. Searching,...

When

When all the world whirls round When a stranger stops and bends to the ground When the heart feels compassion for those lost, wandering around When no one knows hunger, anger or bad attitude When we see magnificence in this body called me That’s When we’ll...

Marching On

Marching on Thru the wind, the rain All’s the same But Do I gain ground or just march March on, march on. ~ Patrice   © Patrice Clarkson – 2016

In It’s Grip

  In it’s grip It’s grip so tight Hearing ice crack As limbs fight to stay aloft In the cruel, bleak night Sparks shoot into the sky Wires break, electricity dies. We wait for help, to understand A world changed, transformed Across our little plot of...